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Postby Rafael Warrick » Sun Jul 03, 2016 9:16 am

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“Thank you,” Rafael said when, after some deliberation, Elyna agreed to take him udner her wing until Malcolm would return. He didn’t exactly look forward to cleaning stables and failed to see how it would make him a better knight, but he nodded regardless. “I’ll stay at the barracks,” he confirmed.

Elyna’s sudden departure made him wonder if he reeked or had somehow caused her any offence. He considered asking Malcolm, but thought better of it. So far, the man seemed forthright enough to outright tell him if he’d made a mistake. Or perhaps it was some kind of test…

He made no objections as Malcolm started doling out the first few pieces of advice. It sounded reasonable, but also concerning. He knew nothing about archery. The first few lessons would undoubtedly be complete failures. He certainly hoped Malcolm didn’t want to begin any shooting practice now, or he might be severly disappointed with the results. “I’ll do my best,” Rafael said quietly.

Fortunately, Malcolm opted to give him a chance to shine. His knees shot up against the table in his eagerness to get out of his seat and grab his sword. Once he’d done so, he followed Malcolm outside. Heart pulsing, he unsheathed his blade, still dulled since the tourney in Warrick, and took up position opposite to Malcolm. He savored the reassuring weight of his sword in his dominant left hand.

The knight choose to equip a shield in addition to his blade, making it that much harder for Rafael to try and break through his defense. On the flip side, shields tended to slow one’s ability to turn quickly and with a bit of luck he might manage to maneuver towards Malcolm’s unprotected back.

Gripping his blade tightly, Rafael raised it above his head and widened his stance. At first sight it might seem to only expose his gut, but he could strike down any attack with a punishing downward strike. On the defense, Rafael began to circle Malcolm, aiming to get the sun at his back. He hadn’t forgotten how the sun had been used against him during the tourney, and though it didn’t shine nearly as brightly now, it would still be an advantage. Rafael kept on the defense, biding his time. He wanted to test Malcolm just as much as the knight wanted to test him…

Should Malcolm charge, Rafael would attempt to strike down the first attack with a downward strike. Any attack after that he would attempt to dodge by sidestepping or leaping backward.
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Postby Malcolm » Tue Jul 05, 2016 10:52 am

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As Rafael chose to go on the offensive, Malcolm would pick up the role of defence, going over everything he knew, step by step in order to recall the strikes Rafael made to better associate them to something he could offer feedback on once their fight was through. Malcolm knew that there were seven defensive positions, head, both shoulders, legs, and gut on either side. Defending against any one of these attacks was as simple as anticipating the attack and then adjusting his stance accordingly, and the use of his shield cut the positions he need be concerned about down to four, or possibly five, depending how good Rafael was with a blade.
The head was perhaps the easiest to protect, blocked by holding his sword horizontally in front of his head. The shoulders too were simple, deflected by pointing the tip of the sword skyward, while gut and leg defence saw the blade pointed down, all of which were far riskier than the head and shoulders as it opened the defender's hands up to attacks that were much easier to avoid when the point of the sword was pointed up and the cross-guard could do its intended job.
The only attack that really gave Malcolm any trouble, was a thrust. There was no block known to man that would enable one to defend against the thrust of a sword, deflected only by way of pointing the sword down and pushing the attack away from his body after returning to an on guard position. Fortunately for Malcolm, it didn't seem Rafael was quite at that stage, intent instead on trying to get the knight to move around, putting the sun in his eyes, but Malcolm had a trick for that too, fending Rafael off towards the shadow cast by the cottage, putting them back on an even playing field once more, that were, if four hundred arcs hadn't separated them in skill.
Rafael was quick, but his legs weren't quite as long as the knight's, nor the reach of his arm and therefore his sword. As he leapt backwards to avoid a countered attack, Malcolm was tempted to chase him with a stab, but let the strike fall short as more of a warning. The retreat highlighted the boy's lack of confidence in defensive stances, even if his attacks were very good. Not only was Malcolm confident in his ability to block against each of the boy's strikes, but he had the added advantage of a shield, something he would expect Rafael to pick up and learn along with the ranged weapon they had already spoke about.
Catching the next attack against his shield, Malcolm pushed the boy back using the wall of steel to guard himself, before returning to the on guard stance. He smiled and Rafael, impressed, and swung at him again, short, quick strikes that tested the young nobleman's ability to react without being put in too much danger of taking a hit. As standard, Malcolm drew his foot back on the side that Rafael attacked and allowed the boy to get closer than he might a more experienced knight, before attempting to knock his sword clean out of his hand with the edge of his shield, if not rattle him a little at least.
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Postby Elyna » Tue Jul 05, 2016 2:34 pm

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Horses settled and fed, Elyna approached the pair as they sparred together. She kept to the dappled shadows as she approached, mindful to keep her distance. Keen brown eyes evaluated both of their actions. The boy was good, and she could see that Malcolm was suitably pleased with his ability. The Skyrider couldn't help but worry about her lover and the injury to his side. What would happen when he did part ways in a few trials time? A small part of her wished that he was taking someone with him on the journey. She had agreed to take on the boy, but ...she and Malcolm hadn't really discussed the possibility that she would be staying behind. But as each trial passed and the sickness that had come with pregnancy remained, it seemed more likely that the journey was one too far into the unknown.

She watched the pair as the boy rallied and tested his strength against the more experienced man. Having seen Malcolm fighting and sparring on more occasions than she liked the count, Elyna could tell that he was trying to draw Rafael out and test him. Bare feet shuffled in the undergrowth, fingers twitched, eager to pick up a weapon and join the match. And why not? As quickly as she'd arrived, she slipped away and back down to the cottage. Only to return a few bits later with boots covering her feet and sword in hand, lifted over a shoulder. Approaching she slowed her steps and continued to watch. Dark eyes flickering between the combatants.
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Postby Rafael Warrick » Sat Jul 23, 2016 9:13 pm

Image 28th Ymiden 716Rafael gritted his teeth. Sweat trickled down his spine in a thin stream. He hadn't expected to beat the knight, but he certainly hoped to land a strike at least. Malcolm had several advantages and used them well. More than once, Rafael leapt back, only to discover that Malcolm could still threaten him with the tip of his sword. The flurry of stabs and jabs thrown at him made Rafael frown in concentration as he danced away from them, ocassionaly swatting an attack away with a fierce counterstrike. Eventually the knight ceased his merciless attacks and Rafael immediately jumped to the offensive. This time, he came in close. Close enough to count every hair in the Knight's stark brows. Close enough to try a diversive kick against Malcolm's shin.

But Malcolm's biggest advantage greeted Rafael head on as the Knight slammed his shield against the boy.

Rafael stumbled backwards. The blow could certainly have been far worse, but it was enough to make his ears buzz for a moment and his guard faltered. His lower lip felt thick and tasted of iron. Malcolm had stapled one of Rafael's teeth through the boy's lip. An insignificant injury by all means, but it agitated Rafael regardless. While his sword hung loosely in his hand and his wrist throbbed, he hadn't dropped his blade. In order to escape defeat, Rafael threw himself into a backward somersault. By the time he'd scrambled back onto his feet, he found himself facing two enemies instead of one. While he was pleased to have held his own against Malcolm so far, he knew all to well that either could beat him if they put their mind to it. Nevertheless, he stood fast. Victory would not be granted cheaply.

"This is the point where I'd heroically flee," he said with a half-hearted grimace. His steely eyes flicked to and fro between the Knight and the Skyrider. The only way to have even a chance of winning would be if he somehow managed to let the two lovers fight each other. Unfortunately, it wasn't likely to happen. "That's what the horse is for right?" he jutted his chin towards his Father's old horse and laughed silently.

Not one to indulge in humor for too long, Rafael's gaze settled on Elyna. He'd crossed blades with Malcolm long enough to know that the Knight would inevitably best. But he hadn't tried his luck against the Skyrider yet. If her husband deemed her so good, he was unlikely to last for very long. Without a hint of shame he curled his fingers in his free hand, challeging the Skyrider to come closer while he slowly backed away towards the cottage. The plan being to switch position at the last moment so that his opponent would be driven against the wall of the cottage.
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Postby Elyna » Tue Aug 09, 2016 6:14 am

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Elyna grinned at the boys jest and looked between the two males, “a wise decision,” she agreed, “if your heart says you’re going to loose, then get away fast. Because if your heart has lost the battle, your sword can’t win…or something like that.” The woman scratched the back of her neck and advanced. She looked the boy over slowly, taking note of his posture and open invitation to fight.

The sword swung in a slow circle around her fingertips, the bad habit continued as she considered her options. The Skyrider had approached the fight with the intention of training with the two of them, but was cautious. Too aware of the future promise still hidden beneath her clothes and skin. The new life within was fragile, and the young man before her wasn’t aware of the growing baby. Even if he was, would he avoid landing a blow on her centre, if it became an easy target?

“Warrick,” Elyna didn’t follow his retreat, “you and I will certainly spar…but for the time being, rest. You’ve had a long journey and I intend to teach the Captain here a lesson about picking on much younger targets,” her grin turned cheeky and she hoped he would take the opportunity to bow out gracefully. It was then she turned to Malcolm and tightened the grip on her sword. This was a training match, and she trusted that he wouldn’t do anything to risk hurting their child. Directly, or accidently. But they could still have some fun.

She raised a brow at the Mortalborn to judge his reaction and acceptance of the match. Then stepped forward, moving the weapon in a clean sweep towards his side.
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Postby Malcolm » Tue Aug 09, 2016 7:44 am

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"Only if your horse can outrun a man," Malcolm teased before echoing Elyna's words. "Believing you can win is indeed half the battle. Just don't get cocky."
Ready to rest and watch Elyna try to best the boy who had left the knight feeling his age, Malcolm was surprised when his lover turned her sword on him and with a cheeky grin, summoned him forward. He couldn't remember how their last match had gone, but was quite sure Elyna had kept him on his toes.
Malcolm leaned away from the first swing of the woman's sword and raised his weapon to send her sword sideways, stepping out of reach so that she would need to give chase. It didn't take a genius to recognise that Malcolm liked to let his opponents come to him. He dropped the shield nearer the house and sprung back into action, their swords clashing in swift and light strikes. The knight kept his left hand back, deducting it as a target for the Skyrider to set her sights on.
There was give and take, each of them making ground only to relinquish it to the other moments later. Malcolm began to circle Elyna, stealing precious time that would enable him to catch his breath before continuing with the match, forced by her hand. The smile he wore, despite his best efforts to remain stoic, told the story of a man who loved to battle, but there was something particularly special about going head to head with Elyna. Their fight was more like a dance between two people who knew each other too well, where the notion of one outdoing the other was all but lost.
"Too open," he coached, "use the height disadvantage against me. Low attackers are harder to defend against."
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Postby Rafael Warrick » Wed Aug 17, 2016 3:05 pm

Image 28th Ymiden 716Rafael arched an eyebrow at Malcolm. He wondered if the man hated horses. Sure, Ranger wasn't the fastest. Not by a long shot. But he was confident Ranger could outpace the Knight quite easily but said nothing of it. Instead, his gaze turned to Elyna.

His heartbeat pulsed in his throat as he waited for the Skyrider to make the first move. He'd barely scraped by against Malcolm. If she was as a good as Malcolm had made her out to be, there wasn't much hope of victory. Though he tried to maintain his best fighting stance, his shoulders hung low from exertion and his black hair was glued to his forehead. Her warning that losing hard was equal to losing the battle only made him more nervous.

But just when he thought she would leap forward and strike, she stopped and told him to rest instead. A flash of relief crossed his face, followed by immediate worry at the prospect of having to spar against her at a later time. Taking a moment to inspect his blade before sheathing it, Rafael retreated to allow the two space to duel.

In a way, he was grateful for the respite. It allowed him to claim a tie against Malcolm. Better still, it allowed him to observe two far more experienced fighters and learn from the dangerous exchange. Arms heavy, he sat down at the base of the house and propped his back up against the low wall.

They moved fast, and just when one appeared to gain the upper hand the other pushed back, like the steady ebb and flow of the tides. From where he was sitting, it looked almost effortless. He wished he possessed the same endurance to persist for so long. Neither budged. It started to look more and more like a playful game.

Quietly sitting at the side, his eyelids grew heavy. The icy dew clinging to the air could only keep him refreshed for so long. No matter how energetic the fight was, the long journey and the test against Malcolm had taken its toll. It wouldn't hurt to close his eyes for just a moment, right? Perhaps they'd think it rude if he fell asleep, and so he promised himself not to. He'd just close his eyes for a short moment. Just to get a little rest...

Drawing his knees close to his chest, he made himself as comfortable as possible and blinked lazily. Before he knew it, his head nid-nodded to the side. Slowly but surely, his mind started to drift away. Before long, he'd curled up into a small ball and dozed off into a light sleep.
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Postby Elyna » Thu Aug 18, 2016 3:07 am

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Elyna’s grin spread across her features as Malcolm accepted her challenge. The first few attacks and parry’s were smooth enough, each of them testing the other’s defences. Mal set aside his shield and decided to circle and the woman was hard-pressed to hold back her smile.

“Tired?” She teased, “It’s punishment for picking on the foolish and the youthful,” she blocked the next attack by lifting her sword in a graceful sweep and winked at the tall man. Unwilling to tell him who was the fool and who was the youth between herself and Rafael. The Skyrider was forced to concentrate though in order to hold her ground. Despite her teasing and his earlier bought, Malcolm was still quicker than he had any right to be, being so tall. Her speed and dexterity were usually her main advantages with larger opponents and she struggled to adjust her tactics against someone who would almost match her alacrity.

Taking the advice she countered his recent attacks with a number of sweeping blows at his feet. The movement was slower than usual as she had no intention of catching him by accident and depriving her lover of a limb. They were sharpened swords after all and not the usual practise wasters and she missed her shield.

The dance continued in circling footwork and deft exchanges. The clash of swords ringing out over the valley. The Skyrider, feeling the heat stick her shirt to her back and feeling her forehead grew damp knew her limits though, especially given her pregnancy. A final flurry of blades and she took a hurried step back.

“Woah,” Swinging her sword down and holding it, point to the ground and away from her body in a line; surrender. Confident that Malcolm would accept her disengagement she grinned at him and put the weapon away. A sidelong glance at the boy and her brows rose in amazement.

“I suppose we’re that boring…” she mused and approached the Mortalborn with care. Finally toe to toe with him she rose onto her tip toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, fingers resting carefully on his side, “I’ll put out the bedroll for sleeping beauty, tomorrow we'll take him up to the barracks. Have a bath?” she suggested aware of the healing wound he bore.

“You smell...” she teased and kept her voice to a low whisper, “and if you soak the wound I’ll give you a massage to try ease the ache?” Another kiss pressed to his cheek and she withdrew with a backward glance.

The woman slipped past the boy into the house. He looked quite sweet curled up like a puppy on the grass and she smiled, wondering if this was the promised future. Her bedroll was easily found and she returned to set the roll beside him, shaking out a blanket before letting it drop over his shoulders before she let him sleep for a few breaks more. In the shade he wasn’t at risk of burning or coming to any harm.
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Rafael

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Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/ 5
Structure: 5/ 5


Knowledge:
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Location: Malcolm's House
Malcolm: A Knight Captain
Malcolm: Not an ostentatious chap
Malcolm: Not overly wordy
Malcolm: Bit of a traditionalist
Malcolm: Leaving for Ne'haer
Malcolm: Doesn't like horses
Elyna: Soon to be Malcolm's wife
Elyna: Skyrider
Elyna: Not as soft and dreamy eyed as she looks
Elyna: Thinks you should stay in the barracks
Ranger: Your horse
Endurance: Sparring is tiring
Shields slow you down but increase defence
Sword: Basic stance
Battles are won or lost in your head and heart.
Specialised
Malcolm: A better swordsman than you
Sword: Range and reach are important
Sword and Shield: Can be a real advantage
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Fame: none


Malcolm

Points!:
Story: 5 /5
Collaboration: 5/ 5
Structure: 5/ 5

Knowledge:
Basic
Rafael: Doesn't look like most Warricks
Rafael: Favours a longsword
Rafael: Seems fine with following orders
Rafael: Very eager
Ranger: Horse from House Warrick, used by Rafael
Specialised
Rafael: Cautious
Rafael: Not sure how much use he'd be to you
Rafael: Not as skilled as you with sword and shield
Endurance: Why did they both pick a fight with you? Sparring twice in a row is tiring, especially in the sun.
Shield: Techniques for defending different body areas
Shield: Thrust is almost impossible to defend against
Sword & Shield: Seven defensible areas of the body
Sword: Attack your attacker's hands.
Sword: Block a head blow by holding your sword horizontally in front of your head
Sword: Block a blow to the shoulders by pointing the tip of your sword skyward
Sword: Block to gut or leg by pointing the sword down
Sword: Deflect a thrust by pointing your sword down and pushing
Sword: When blocking, your hands can become vulnerable

Loot: none
Fame: + 1 (general good deed: feeding Raf)


Elyna

Points!:
Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/ 5
Structure: 5/ 5


Knowledge:
Basic
Rafael: Doesn't look like most Warricks
Rafael: Favours a longsword
Rafael: Wary of Malcolm
Specialised
Malcolm: Sleeps like the dead
Malcolm: Thinks your damn good at your job
Endurance: Pushing through tired takes on a whole new meaning when you're pregnant
Sword: switching tactics mid-combat gives an advantage

Loot: None
Fame: +1 general good deed (defending the foolish and youthful!)


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General comments.This was a fun thread to read and changed pace a number of times, which kept me interested and keen to find out what happened next. It was really evident that Rafael didn't know either Malcolm or Elyna and I enjoyed the different interactions between the three protaganists of this thread. It was a fun thread and a pleasure to read.
Story A fun and fast paced thread which told a number of stories within it - from Rafael's relationship with his family to Malcolm and Elyna's way of being together to Malcolm's distrust of horses and how Rafael is going to experience being a squire. Fun to read and engaging too! Thanks.
Structure No worries - lovely writing and clear structure.

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